Author: resarfpoetry

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august’s haiku salad

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five fat chaffinches

chariots of fireflies

motorway jam sets

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ice cream vangelis

episodic bird scarers

ruffle your crow’s feet

~

pan is a panda

valkyries in waxed bikinis

aspidistra this

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climate cult sirens

fruit cake bots in green jackboots

grey day afternoons

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hedgehog holidays

scrumping blueberry moonbeams

splendiferous shite

~

hosepipe hosiery

rumplestiltskin’s swingball serve

is a hunchback hand

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the twelve days of summer

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twelve flymos droning

eleven bullocks chasing

ten tarquins blocking roads

nine wankers glamping

eight cornettos melting

seven welly wangers

six gingers burning

five wasp stings

four bursting bangers

three love bites

two farmer’s wives

& a cuckoo in a peach tree

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( author notes )

we wish you a merry summer
we wish you a merry summer
we wish you a merry summer
& a happy new autumn
– ho, ho, ho

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tisnart ni

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the wheels on the bus

of the rail replacement service

      go round & round – when

      the unions put their foot down

until the traffic lights

turn blue for a change

      as that cosmic trickster

      is a constant spanner

as the sails on the boats

waiting for the isobars

      to clash like a martian

      in a red spacesuit

in between gusts

settle like the dust

      onto the cobwebs

      inside your nan’s knickers

so the wings of the planes

of origami airlines

      fly like a crane

      or a scrumpled ball of paper

into the recycling bin

of back to the drawing board

      until that effing drawing board

      is reinvented

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the infotainment scamp

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i’ve been to b&m
& bought a bag of birdseed

every other breakfast
is a teatime in disguise

elvis lives
in your uncle’s secret hayloft

a teaspoon of honey
instead of sugar

ninety nine percent
of poets have piles

ten of your go on some mores
is four country miles

the capital of egypt
is actually e

cairo is a city
& not in fact a letter

showerproof cagoules
do eff all in a cloudburst

eight percent of astronauts
have ian as their middle name

joan of bloody arc
never jumped the queue in farmfoods

the loch ness monster
sometimes lurks in the serpentine

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miss ing

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~
she went on a walk
for a country mile or two
on a wet tuesday in april
~
while pigeons shat
on the mayor’s car parked
outside the town hall ( in town )
~
& laundry maids
sang old, raunchy ballads
about the price of bread – & thereabouts
~
off she upped & went
with a knapsack packed
with lucozade & tracker bars
~
most polar bears
have never seen a ghost
& not all birds can sing
~
a piece of string
is the distance of its span
– no one’s spotted her since

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